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Right, here's a story from this morning... It was 5:50am, and i woke up to the urge of nature. visited the bathroom, and when i returned, inspiration was waiting with a nailed bat and wanted some dues for me not writing in the last 5 years...

The planet was named Zhed, word of an old language that meant 'Earth'. It was an uncommon planet. Most of Zhed was covered in blue sea surrounding several continents that could be seen even far away from the planet. A single moon orbiting it was littered with different shades of gray that would have made any old monochrome movie feel right at home... Most of you have made a connection with our Earth and indeed it did look much alike.

And in that landscape on the currently dark side of the planet, a single tower stood. It was by no means an ordinary tower, though it made every effort to look ordinary in order to fit in, only couple of hundred yards high without decorations. A plain ordinary tower of bricks with a few windows that made it look like it was frowning constantly. But unfortunately there weren't any other towers to fit in with. The only thing surrounding the tower was The Wall, a massive thing 100 yards high and several thick, made from solid stone that had been pulled out from the very base of the continents rock bed. And unlike the tower, it made no effort in looking ordinary. Not only was The Wall made from a single slab of stone, it also had a rather tasteless skull and bones motif. Littered with bones and even full skeletons that seemed like someone had begun making artificial fossils of regular and mythical animals alike and had forgotten to finish the job, leaving random bits and pieces scattered across it creating a rather funny look as the skeletons were sprawled in most humorous positions. The Wall also had spikes which also were apparently made from bone, and were looming on the outer edge of The Wall like desperate office workers on top of a skyscraper, trying to find courage to jump.

Yes, the tower didn't like The Wall much, though there was little it could do about it, but then again there was little to see outside The Wall. The landscape couldn't be called bare, it was beyond bare, there was nothing besides cracked earth for miles in every direction around the tower. For all purposes the landscape was dead. Making the tower and The Wall stand out rather spectaculously. And since the tower didn't have anything else to do, it kept on frowning at The Wall.

And then the tower felt something, a silent ”Clack, tap tap”, then another, followed by an awfully many, as the master of the tower rose from his workdesk at the top and began his rounds at the bottom, making sure everything was as it was supposed to. He was no ordinary master even though the tower had never had another master to compare to, but it felt that this particular master was somehow special. The way his black robe flowed as he walked, the way his staff had a curious bent in blade. Mayhap it was the glowing blue dots that resided in the sockets where eyes normally were and how you could see his bare skull within his black hood... Or perhaps it was the fact that the towers master wasn't, in a strict sense, alive.

The master walked down the long stairway that led to the base of the tower. His bone feet making silent tapping noises, followed by his staff making a louder Clack as it hit the steps. He had been like this for the last couple of centuries, having given up life in order to better understand it. It still intrigued him rather much, but now he had other worries as he absentmindedly inspected the dungeon below his tower. He was making sure that all the creatures and animals were still where they should be. Animals in small patches of grass that he grew inside the dungeon and other, more sinister, creatures in their own respective cages.

He had been a most powerful wizard in life. He had even helped to build a great city on a continent far from this place, he recalled that it had flourished in the few years he had governed it, before leaving to build this place, he thought he remembered that they had named the place after him...
Or had he been named after the city? He could not recall...

He had snuffed out the little life that had been around his tower about 300 years ago in order to create an isolated area around his tower. There he could experiment with life, understand it without having other life interfere. But life has a way of getting under your skin, metaphorically speaking of course for as he had no skin, or muscles for that matter.

This time life had come to him some months ago, in the form of travelling monks from some holy order or the other. He didn't mingle with the gods so he couldn't remember the exact name. Never the less, those monks had been horrified of him, and his experiments even though he had been properly polite with them. They had even gone as far as to try and sabotage his research, which was unforgivable of course. And ever since, they have been constantly attacking the tower, being enough a nuisance that he had been forced to create a wall around it, with suitably intimidating and tasteful skull and bones motif. But even that didn't deter the humans.

Now being undead as he was, he had no 'glands' to feel with. Hence emotions took time to manifest as they didn't have any real focus. That's how he explained it anyway. So it took time for him to really get angry, but these humans had been pestering him for months, and he was starting to feel anger for the first time in centuries. And he wasn't sure as to what to do with them either. He had dispatched the first group with ease, letting some go in order to tell the others not to come looking. This had apparently failed, for some reason, as they returned with an even bigger group. And it had continued for some time, and while he was glad that he now had more living tissue to work with, he simply couldn't allow the problem to grow any... Ah, here they are again, scaling the wall surrounding the tower. He gave a single single mental command which activated the new defenses in the wall. All sorts of skeletal beings pulled themselves free of the wall, and as the attackers stared in horror at this new addition to the wall, the creatures began their macabre dance among the humans.

The humans responded with magical attacks of their own, with this new invention that they had developed over the last few decades, he thought one of the monks had called it a 'device'... which was merely a wizards staff with a bit more intelligence than usual, and a voice too. He hadn't had the time to truly investigate the extent of these devices, but he knew that they amplified magic in a peculiar way and... an explosion cut off his train of thought, and he flew up his tower in a very unwizardlike fashion. He disliked doing things in a hurried manner, the stairs where there for a reason, and it would be inproper to not use them. But life rarely cared for proper wizarding, it seemed.

As he reached the top of the tower, he peered out into the human masses. And for the first time noted how many there were, atleast several hundred of these device wielding 'mages', as the monks called themselves. And they were quickly tearing down his wall with siege weapons, which was completely unacceptable. The wall was a magnificent piece that had taken great pains to draw up from the earth. He would apparently have to get involved in the matter personally.

He sighed in frustration, a sound like an arctic wind blowing through ancient caverns. And he lifted his staff, firmly gripping it in his bone fingers, and called upon his magic to do his bidding. As the deep purple runes of magic manifested around him and his staff, similar runes blossomed into being on the outside of the top of the tower. And a single icy blue beam shot from the top into the sky, and seemed to break like water hitting a wall... The clouds dispersed above his castle, illuminating the grounds with moonlight, siphoned from pale white into cold blue as it shone through the new roof above the tower grounds. A roof made of crystal clear icicles, each the size of a man and sharper than a razor.

He finished his casting and lowered his staff in a swift motion. And there was a Sound.
The sound that you hear when a glacier falls from 300 yards and hits the ground with enough force to make the earth itself tremble for several seconds. Then there was the roaring kind of silence that can only be heard when something very, very loud suddenly decides to stop.

The Lich noted that atleast a hundred humans had survived, though only about 20 were left uninjured, the rest having anything from a single gash to an icicle shard stabbed through their gut. He had also made a slight misjudgement, as he had thought that the Glacier fall -spell would be enough to handle all of the attackers, so he had targeted it around the wall, so tightly that even the skeletal creatures that had been defending were struck down with it... It would seem that he had to go down and finish these 'mages' himself. But he thought that it would be much more practical to allow the humans to coalescent inside his tower, where he could dispatch them all without having to hunt them one person at a time. He cast a small spell and faded out of visibility...

A man down in the now icy field lowered his device and the shield that had protected him and couple of others faded out. He looked disturbed, but still somewhat an authority figure in his pure white clothing which spotted a bit of gold on the edges. He looked around him, into the aghast faces of his troop. This monster, this, this Lich had cast a truly horrid spell, for if the icicles themselves didn't kill you, then the many shards flying around after the impact would. He had been lucky to avoid any ricochetting shards, but the slowly increasing voices of agony from the survivors was horrible to listen to. One of his men was about to leave for the wounded, but was stopped by him.

”Don't, there's very little you can do, and we still have to seal this undead horror from the face of Zhed.” He said, shaking his head.

”But captain, we should...” said the other mage, clearly wanting to save what could be saved.

”No, we should first take care of the Lich before he does something like that again and kills the rest of us. Round up everyone you can find and let's move in. It has to be tired after casting a spell of that magnitude.” Said the captain, already going through the required spells for this plan in his mind.

The plan was in two parts: First part was to have atleast one of the captains of the Fist of Light to infiltrate the defenses of the tower and the second part was for the captain to cast the sealing spell with the help of the magical artifact, called Life Logia, supposedly meant to seal a very powerful undead such as this. Of course powerful Logias such as this were exceedingly rare, so every captain merely had a connector, a small device which looked like a piece of rope with a small white crystal attached to the other end... It connected him to the real Logia, should they reach the tower and find it's undead master.

There were also pre-requisites for the spell to work. There had to be abundant life nearby that would be used in the sealing. Luckily, the pilgrimage that had run into this place in the first place had reported that the undead kept a rather large amount of flora and fauna in the dungeons below, providing that part of the requirements. Second was a bit harder, the caster had to give his life as well. Meaning he would die sealing the Lich, he didn't mind giving his life for such a cause. His wife and daughter would live on in the city, supported by the Order of Light for his sacrifice. And they would be safe from this undead curse that occupies the tower ahead of him.

A small tap on his shoulder pulled him back to reality, and he turned around to what was about 40 men, looking ready to go to their doom, and he was the only captain present.
Meaning the entire operation now hung on his shoulders. He sighed deeply and straightened himself .

”There's a gap in the wall not far form here where the cannons did their work. We can sneak through it and hopefully catch the horror by surprise. Once inside I will rely on you guys to hold up defenses while I cast the spell to seal him. Let's move out.”

With that, he turned around and and started to run towards the crack in the wall, while listening to the feet stomping behind him. As they reached the crack, nothing jumped out of the shadows at them, no lightning bolts flying from the tower, just silence and agonized voices from the wounded and dying. He peered inside the courtyard, and saw nothing. Ahead of him was the tower door, which looked rather plain from the captains position. He waved at his men to move up and ran to the tower, device ready. He signaled his men to get ready and blasted the door in, allowing his men to run inside first before following suit. Into what clearly was just a tower, with one circling stairway going up the wall of the tower, and one stairway going down from the other side of the tower from the entryway.

He felt a bit cheated, all that combat and fighting and dying, and now nothing had lurched at him, attacked him or casted a spell at him for atleast ten minutes. His men were looking around, already expecting an ambush. He didn't sense anything besides the ambient magic from the tower walls, and didn't see anything. He walked to the men and opened his mouth to give orders.

Then he heard a voice, like tombstones rolling in a catacomb. It wasn't his ears that heard the sound, it somehow reverbrated inside of his head.

MAY I HELP YOU? The voice asked politely as the captain and his troop swirled to face the master of the tower. Whose glowing blue 'eyes' gazed at them from the dark recesses of his skull. He had a staff, though you could call it a scythe if the blade wasn't curiously bend against the shaft. He was also very tall, towering above the captain by atleast a heads length.

”De-Defensive positions!” He yelled after recovering from the sight of this horror incarnate. His troop seemed to recover from their own shocks when they heard the command, and quickly grouped together into a boxed formation infront, forming a living wall with their bodies, and a magical one with their devices.
”Your existance ends here, monster!” He yelled, before sending his conciousness into the connector, reaching through the dimensions, grasping for the one thing that could stop this.

BEING A MONSTER WOULD INDICATE THAT I'M ALIVE, WHICH I'M CLEARLY NOT. Said the Lich, slowly feeling the anger returning, as he began to walk towards the group of men. Watching the captain grab what seemed to be a piece of ornamental rope and fall into a trance. He recognized the item as a dimensional anchor, but didn't seem to have a means to reach the captain, as many of his subordinates were very determined to keep him away. Strange spells flashed into being around him, and he shrugged them off as the inconsequential rubbish they were.

And through this, he was becoming more and more certain that stopping the captain was very important. He looked at the mages, the ones at the front awaiting his move while the back row was already casting spells of varying schools.

I SEE, SO YOU WILL STAND IN MY WAY IN YOUR FOOLISH ATTEMPT TO PROTECT YOUR CAPTAIN? THE ONLY THING WAITING FOR YOU AT THE END OF THAT LINE IS DEATH. And with that, the staffs blade shot up, forming a proper scythe, and the blade began to glow a bright blue, with several runes visible inside the blade.

”For the holy Al Hazred and the Order of Light!” The mages up front responded, with the kind of courage you only find when your back's against the wall, and Death himself is walking towards you.

The scythe flashed down at the first men in the formation, slashing through their shields like sciccors against paper, and to their and their comrades utter horror, continued through their devices and their bodies with equal ease.

I CANNOT BE STOPPED. He said as he waved his hand, releasing a magical pulse, sending five men crashing to the wall as their shields and binds failed.I CANNOT BE KILLED. He said as he cut through another three men with his scythe as they fired magical bolts and beams at him, his robes absorbing the attacks with ease.
Magical flames burst into being around him, halting his stride for a moment, and he locked his eyes on the mage channeling the spell in the centre of the formation.

AND I WILL NOT SUBMIT TO FORCES HAILING FROM THE CITY I BUILT! He roared as he threw a crackling ball of ice straight through the curtain of fire, at the center of what was left of the formation, causing several of the mages to freeze to death instantaneously. And his words froze the rest of the still living troop in shock. The fires twindled out of existence around him.

MY NAME IS DAVRAM HAZRED, AND KNOW THAT YOU WILL BE KILLED BY THE VERY PERSON WHO SET THE FIRST STONES OF YOUR 'HOLY' CITY! He rumbled. Then he said something, in a language even the al hazredians thought of as ancient, and the nearest bricks in the wall began to glow with deep purple runes, responding to their masters call.

Then the fallen troops suddenly sprang to life...

The captain finally got through to the Life Logia, and felt it connect to him through the rope. He knew that it now only required a single command to activate. He opened his eyes and the command died at his lips.

His troop was fighting amongst themselves, in what looked like a macabre play: A frozen mage was trying to suffocate a living one with it's bare hands while a cut-in-half mage was trying to bite it's way through the mans ankle. There was one of the mages, with his head hanging behind his back as if the top of his spine had gone on vacation, and was busily trying to claw a living member of the troop into the afterlife, while the feet of the cut-in-half mage was kicking the poor guy in the head, with relative success, considering that it had no eyes to aim with.

It might have been funny, in a teathrical play, or in a B-grade horror movie, but when it was happening all around him, to his troop, all the fun seemed to drain away and be replaced with disgust and horror... And then there was the Lich, it was calmly walking through the fighting mages and zombies, and it was looking at him. And he couldn't move a muscle under the stare of those cold blue eyes that seemed intent to bore his eyes to the back of his skull.

Some might say it was fate, some might say it was the gods, but nevertheless, one of the fighting groups hit him at his side and snapped him out of it. And he yelled the command word in a panic...

...and nothing happened. Even the Lich looked slightly put off by this lack of reaction from the Logia. Then it shrugged, and continued towards the captain. The captain was lifted from his feet by the Lich with a grip that could crush stone, and the closeness of the glowing eyes was enough to freeze him in terror.WHAT DID YOU DO? It asked in an angry voice. The captain, being frozen in terror, couldn't answer.

WHAT-DID-YOU-DO? It asked again, carefully pronouncing each word. Before the captain could answer, he heard a strange sound, like someone cracking a knuckle and opening a beer can at the same time... or so the captain would have depicted it, had he ever heard the sound of a beer can being opened. A bright ray of light shot through the floor, enveloping everything inside the tower. The Lich dropped him to the floor as it looked around.

A SEALING LOGIA? NO! And he took flight, back to the top of the tower where his power would be at it's peak to stop this mockery.

The Lich didn't bother with doors, he just flew straight through the floor of his chambers, throwing rocks all around, and looked up at his phylactery embedded on the roof, the very thing that held his soul and bound him to this world. And he began casting like never before, words of power rumbled from within him and the towers ambient magic responded. The usually dark purple runes flashed into searingly bright blue as the founder of Al Hazred poured every single ounce of magic into what was perhaps the most powerful spell he had ever cast.

And as he finished his spell, the light shot up from the hole he had just made, and reached the phylactery...

Down at the bottom, the captain slumped down as the light began draining him of life, he could feel himself age rapidly as if the very time he was supposed to live was being sucked out of him in order to power the logia and it's sealing attempt.

Outside, the few surviving mages watched in awe-mixed fear as the tower first lit up with white, then blue, then there was a most undignified ”POP!” and the entire tower vanished. And for a moment the entire universe seemed silent, as if wondering what just happened... Then it hit the universe, like a kick to the nuts, a dimensional tear 200 yards high and 50 wide that sent wave after wave of destructive magics into the world of Zhed. Those waves ripped the planet apart and the tremors of the collision of the two great spells was felt several dimensions away.

This continued for days causing massive damage across the dimensions, then the tower suddenly decided to come back to the world, on an uninhabited planet, deep underground. And the tower was alive, but it could wait, for the sealing had been a success, even though no one was left to remember it...

And so the eons passed...

Authors notes: Newbie author reporting! Anyway, i felt that i should explain a few things i couldn't figure out how to explain in the story. First of all, Al Hazred was a civilization, but in here, it was also the capitals name. It prospered wonderously and for that, became known throughout the dimensions. Davram had been there, building the city as well as ruling it as a wizard, before he left on his quest for knowledge, and became a lich. He was what you'd call an old school wizard, his staff was merely an amplifier for his own magics which he manipulated through his extreme knowledge of the arcane. He modified the scythe on it after his transformation to the lich, as he saw the scythe as a proper tool for an undead such as he.

Some might wonder why the al hazredians seemed weak. Well, they weren't weak, Davram merely was immensely powerful, and his tower acted as one giant amplificator for his spells, further enhancing the already immense powers at his command.

And these were the religious fanatics of al hazred, which is why they call themselfs the Fist of Light, an armed sect of the Order of Light and that's exactly why there wasn't that many of them in the first place.

there, 4100 words. Comments?

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"Life is the only game in which the object of the game is to learn the rules." Unknown
"The truth of the matter is that you always know the right thing to do. The hard part is doing it." Norman Schwarzkopf
"Whoever stands by a just cause cannot possibly be called a terrorist." Yassar Arafat
Sayings and quotes hold wisdom in them. Either the wisdom is found in the correctness of the quote, or in the lesson learned from the error.
Hard part is figuring out who's making the errors...

Right, here's a story from this morning... It was 5:50am, and i woke up to the urge of nature. visited the bathroom, and when i returned, inspiration was waiting with a nailed bat and wanted some dues for me not writing in the last 5 years...

The planet was named Zhed, word of an old language that meant 'Earth'. It was an uncommon planet. Most of Zhed was covered in blue sea surrounding several continents that could be seen even far away from the planet. A single moon orbiting it was littered with different shades of gray that would have made any old monochrome movie feel right at home... Most of you have made a connection with our Earth and indeed it did look much alike.

And in that landscape on the currently dark side of the planet, a single tower stood. It was by no means an ordinary tower, though it made every effort to look ordinary in order to fit in, only couple of hundred yards high without decorations. A plain ordinary tower of bricks with a few windows that made it look like it was frowning constantly. But unfortunately there weren't any other towers to fit in with. The only thing surrounding the tower was The Wall, a massive thing 100 yards high and several thick, made from solid stone that had been pulled out from the very base of the continents rock bed. And unlike the tower, it made no effort in looking ordinary. Not only was The Wall made from a single slab of stone, it also had a rather tasteless skull and bones motif. Littered with bones and even full skeletons that seemed like someone had begun making artificial fossils of regular and mythical animals alike and had forgotten to finish the job, leaving random bits and pieces scattered across it creating a rather funny look as the skeletons were sprawled in most humorous positions. The Wall also had spikes which also were apparently made from bone, and were looming on the outer edge of The Wall like desperate office workers on top of a skyscraper, trying to find courage to jump.

Yes, the tower didn't like The Wall much, though there was little it could do about it, but then again there was little to see outside The Wall. The landscape couldn't be called bare, it was beyond bare, there was nothing besides cracked earth for miles in every direction around the tower. For all purposes the landscape was dead. Making the tower and The Wall stand out rather spectaculously. And since the tower didn't have anything else to do, it kept on frowning at The Wall.

And then the tower felt something, a silent ”Clack, tap tap”, then another, followed by an awfully many, as the master of the tower rose from his workdesk at the top and began his rounds at the bottom, making sure everything was as it was supposed to. He was no ordinary master even though the tower had never had another master to compare to, but it felt that this particular master was somehow special. The way his black robe flowed as he walked, the way his staff had a curious bent in blade. Mayhap it was the glowing blue dots that resided in the sockets where eyes normally were and how you could see his bare skull within his black hood... Or perhaps it was the fact that the towers master wasn't, in a strict sense, alive.

The master walked down the long stairway that led to the base of the tower. His bone feet making silent tapping noises, followed by his staff making a louder Clack as it hit the steps. He had been like this for the last couple of centuries, having given up life in order to better understand it. It still intrigued him rather much, but now he had other worries as he absentmindedly inspected the dungeon below his tower. He was making sure that all the creatures and animals were still where they should be. Animals in small patches of grass that he grew inside the dungeon and other, more sinister, creatures in their own respective cages.

He had been a most powerful wizard in life. He had even helped to build a great city on a continent far from this place, he recalled that it had flourished in the few years he had governed it, before leaving to build this place, he thought he remembered that they had named the place after him...
Or had he been named after the city? He could not recall...

He had snuffed out the little life that had been around his tower about 300 years ago in order to create an isolated area around his tower. There he could experiment with life, understand it without having other life interfere. But life has a way of getting under your skin, metaphorically speaking of course for as he had no skin, or muscles for that matter.

This time life had come to him some months ago, in the form of travelling monks from some holy order or the other. He didn't mingle with the gods so he couldn't remember the exact name. Never the less, those monks had been horrified of him, and his experiments even though he had been properly polite with them. They had even gone as far as to try and sabotage his research, which was unforgivable of course. And ever since, they have been constantly attacking the tower, being enough a nuisance that he had been forced to create a wall around it, with suitably intimidating and tasteful skull and bones motif. But even that didn't deter the humans.

Now being undead as he was, he had no 'glands' to feel with. Hence emotions took time to manifest as they didn't have any real focus. That's how he explained it anyway. So it took time for him to really get angry, but these humans had been pestering him for months, and he was starting to feel anger for the first time in centuries. And he wasn't sure as to what to do with them either. He had dispatched the first group with ease, letting some go in order to tell the others not to come looking. This had apparently failed, for some reason, as they returned with an even bigger group. And it had continued for some time, and while he was glad that he now had more living tissue to work with, he simply couldn't allow the problem to grow any... Ah, here they are again, scaling the wall surrounding the tower. He gave a single single mental command which activated the new defenses in the wall. All sorts of skeletal beings pulled themselves free of the wall, and as the attackers stared in horror at this new addition to the wall, the creatures began their macabre dance among the humans.

The humans responded with magical attacks of their own, with this new invention that they had developed over the last few decades, he thought one of the monks had called it a 'device'... which was merely a wizards staff with a bit more intelligence than usual, and a voice too. He hadn't had the time to truly investigate the extent of these devices, but he knew that they amplified magic in a peculiar way and... an explosion cut off his train of thought, and he flew up his tower in a very unwizardlike fashion. He disliked doing things in a hurried manner, the stairs where there for a reason, and it would be inproper to not use them. But life rarely cared for proper wizarding, it seemed.

As he reached the top of the tower, he peered out into the human masses. And for the first time noted how many there were, atleast several hundred of these device wielding 'mages', as the monks called themselves. And they were quickly tearing down his wall with siege weapons, which was completely unacceptable. The wall was a magnificent piece that had taken great pains to draw up from the earth. He would apparently have to get involved in the matter personally.

He sighed in frustration, a sound like an arctic wind blowing through ancient caverns. And he lifted his staff, firmly gripping it in his bone fingers, and called upon his magic to do his bidding. As the deep purple runes of magic manifested around him and his staff, similar runes blossomed into being on the outside of the top of the tower. And a single icy blue beam shot from the top into the sky, and seemed to break like water hitting a wall... The clouds dispersed above his castle, illuminating the grounds with moonlight, siphoned from pale white into cold blue as it shone through the new roof above the tower grounds. A roof made of crystal clear icicles, each the size of a man and sharper than a razor.

He finished his casting and lowered his staff in a swift motion. And there was a Sound.
The sound that you hear when a glacier falls from 300 yards and hits the ground with enough force to make the earth itself tremble for several seconds. Then there was the roaring kind of silence that can only be heard when something very, very loud suddenly decides to stop.

The Lich noted that atleast a hundred humans had survived, though only about 20 were left uninjured, the rest having anything from a single gash to an icicle shard stabbed through their gut. He had also made a slight misjudgement, as he had thought that the Glacier fall -spell would be enough to handle all of the attackers, so he had targeted it around the wall, so tightly that even the skeletal creatures that had been defending were struck down with it... It would seem that he had to go down and finish these 'mages' himself. But he thought that it would be much more practical to allow the humans to coalescent inside his tower, where he could dispatch them all without having to hunt them one person at a time. He cast a small spell and faded out of visibility...

A man down in the now icy field lowered his device and the shield that had protected him and couple of others faded out. He looked disturbed, but still somewhat an authority figure in his pure white clothing which spotted a bit of gold on the edges. He looked around him, into the aghast faces of his troop. This monster, this, this Lich had cast a truly horrid spell, for if the icicles themselves didn't kill you, then the many shards flying around after the impact would. He had been lucky to avoid any ricochetting shards, but the slowly increasing voices of agony from the survivors was horrible to listen to. One of his men was about to leave for the wounded, but was stopped by him.

”Don't, there's very little you can do, and we still have to seal this undead horror from the face of Zhed.” He said, shaking his head.

”But captain, we should...” said the other mage, clearly wanting to save what could be saved.

”No, we should first take care of the Lich before he does something like that again and kills the rest of us. Round up everyone you can find and let's move in. It has to be tired after casting a spell of that magnitude.” Said the captain, already going through the required spells for this plan in his mind.

The plan was in two parts: First part was to have atleast one of the captains of the Fist of Light to infiltrate the defenses of the tower and the second part was for the captain to cast the sealing spell with the help of the magical artifact, called Life Logia, supposedly meant to seal a very powerful undead such as this. Of course powerful Logias such as this were exceedingly rare, so every captain merely had a connector, a small device which looked like a piece of rope with a small white crystal attached to the other end... It connected him to the real Logia, should they reach the tower and find it's undead master.

There were also pre-requisites for the spell to work. There had to be abundant life nearby that would be used in the sealing. Luckily, the pilgrimage that had run into this place in the first place had reported that the undead kept a rather large amount of flora and fauna in the dungeons below, providing that part of the requirements. Second was a bit harder, the caster had to give his life as well. Meaning he would die sealing the Lich, he didn't mind giving his life for such a cause. His wife and daughter would live on in the city, supported by the Order of Light for his sacrifice. And they would be safe from this undead curse that occupies the tower ahead of him.

A small tap on his shoulder pulled him back to reality, and he turned around to what was about 40 men, looking ready to go to their doom, and he was the only captain present.
Meaning the entire operation now hung on his shoulders. He sighed deeply and straightened himself .

”There's a gap in the wall not far form here where the cannons did their work. We can sneak through it and hopefully catch the horror by surprise. Once inside I will rely on you guys to hold up defenses while I cast the spell to seal him. Let's move out.”

With that, he turned around and and started to run towards the crack in the wall, while listening to the feet stomping behind him. As they reached the crack, nothing jumped out of the shadows at them, no lightning bolts flying from the tower, just silence and agonized voices from the wounded and dying. He peered inside the courtyard, and saw nothing. Ahead of him was the tower door, which looked rather plain from the captains position. He waved at his men to move up and ran to the tower, device ready. He signaled his men to get ready and blasted the door in, allowing his men to run inside first before following suit. Into what clearly was just a tower, with one circling stairway going up the wall of the tower, and one stairway going down from the other side of the tower from the entryway.

He felt a bit cheated, all that combat and fighting and dying, and now nothing had lurched at him, attacked him or casted a spell at him for atleast ten minutes. His men were looking around, already expecting an ambush. He didn't sense anything besides the ambient magic from the tower walls, and didn't see anything. He walked to the men and opened his mouth to give orders.

Then he heard a voice, like tombstones rolling in a catacomb. It wasn't his ears that heard the sound, it somehow reverbrated inside of his head.

MAY I HELP YOU? The voice asked politely as the captain and his troop swirled to face the master of the tower. Whose glowing blue 'eyes' gazed at them from the dark recesses of his skull. He had a staff, though you could call it a scythe if the blade wasn't curiously bend against the shaft. He was also very tall, towering above the captain by atleast a heads length.

”De-Defensive positions!” He yelled after recovering from the sight of this horror incarnate. His troop seemed to recover from their own shocks when they heard the command, and quickly grouped together into a boxed formation infront, forming a living wall with their bodies, and a magical one with their devices.
”Your existance ends here, monster!” He yelled, before sending his conciousness into the connector, reaching through the dimensions, grasping for the one thing that could stop this.

BEING A MONSTER WOULD INDICATE THAT I'M ALIVE, WHICH I'M CLEARLY NOT. Said the Lich, slowly feeling the anger returning, as he began to walk towards the group of men. Watching the captain grab what seemed to be a piece of ornamental rope and fall into a trance. He recognized the item as a dimensional anchor, but didn't seem to have a means to reach the captain, as many of his subordinates were very determined to keep him away. Strange spells flashed into being around him, and he shrugged them off as the inconsequential rubbish they were.

And through this, he was becoming more and more certain that stopping the captain was very important. He looked at the mages, the ones at the front awaiting his move while the back row was already casting spells of varying schools.

I SEE, SO YOU WILL STAND IN MY WAY IN YOUR FOOLISH ATTEMPT TO PROTECT YOUR CAPTAIN? THE ONLY THING WAITING FOR YOU AT THE END OF THAT LINE IS DEATH. And with that, the staffs blade shot up, forming a proper scythe, and the blade began to glow a bright blue, with several runes visible inside the blade.

”For the holy Al Hazred and the Order of Light!” The mages up front responded, with the kind of courage you only find when your back's against the wall, and Death himself is walking towards you.

The scythe flashed down at the first men in the formation, slashing through their shields like sciccors against paper, and to their and their comrades utter horror, continued through their devices and their bodies with equal ease.

I CANNOT BE STOPPED. He said as he waved his hand, releasing a magical pulse, sending five men crashing to the wall as their shields and binds failed.I CANNOT BE KILLED. He said as he cut through another three men with his scythe as they fired magical bolts and beams at him, his robes absorbing the attacks with ease.
Magical flames burst into being around him, halting his stride for a moment, and he locked his eyes on the mage channeling the spell in the centre of the formation.

AND I WILL NOT SUBMIT TO FORCES HAILING FROM THE CITY I BUILT! He roared as he threw a crackling ball of ice straight through the curtain of fire, at the center of what was left of the formation, causing several of the mages to freeze to death instantaneously. And his words froze the rest of the still living troop in shock. The fires twindled out of existence around him.

MY NAME IS DAVRAM HAZRED, AND KNOW THAT YOU WILL BE KILLED BY THE VERY PERSON WHO SET THE FIRST STONES OF YOUR 'HOLY' CITY! He rumbled. Then he said something, in a language even the al hazredians thought of as ancient, and the nearest bricks in the wall began to glow with deep purple runes, responding to their masters call.

Then the fallen troops suddenly sprang to life...

The captain finally got through to the Life Logia, and felt it connect to him through the rope. He knew that it now only required a single command to activate. He opened his eyes and the command died at his lips.

His troop was fighting amongst themselves, in what looked like a macabre play: A frozen mage was trying to suffocate a living one with it's bare hands while a cut-in-half mage was trying to bite it's way through the mans ankle. There was one of the mages, with his head hanging behind his back as if the top of his spine had gone on vacation, and was busily trying to claw a living member of the troop into the afterlife, while the feet of the cut-in-half mage was kicking the poor guy in the head, with relative success, considering that it had no eyes to aim with.

It might have been funny, in a teathrical play, or in a B-grade horror movie, but when it was happening all around him, to his troop, all the fun seemed to drain away and be replaced with disgust and horror... And then there was the Lich, it was calmly walking through the fighting mages and zombies, and it was looking at him. And he couldn't move a muscle under the stare of those cold blue eyes that seemed intent to bore his eyes to the back of his skull.

Some might say it was fate, some might say it was the gods, but nevertheless, one of the fighting groups hit him at his side and snapped him out of it. And he yelled the command word in a panic...

...and nothing happened. Even the Lich looked slightly put off by this lack of reaction from the Logia. Then it shrugged, and continued towards the captain. The captain was lifted from his feet by the Lich with a grip that could crush stone, and the closeness of the glowing eyes was enough to freeze him in terror.WHAT DID YOU DO? It asked in an angry voice. The captain, being frozen in terror, couldn't answer.

WHAT-DID-YOU-DO? It asked again, carefully pronouncing each word. Before the captain could answer, he heard a strange sound, like someone cracking a knuckle and opening a beer can at the same time... or so the captain would have depicted it, had he ever heard the sound of a beer can being opened. A bright ray of light shot through the floor, enveloping everything inside the tower. The Lich dropped him to the floor as it looked around.

A SEALING LOGIA? NO! And he took flight, back to the top of the tower where his power would be at it's peak to stop this mockery.

The Lich didn't bother with doors, he just flew straight through the floor of his chambers, throwing rocks all around, and looked up at his phylatectary embedded on the roof, the very thing that held his soul and bound him to this world. And he began casting like never before, words of power rumbled from within him and the towers ambient magic responded. The usually dark purple runes flashed into searingly bright blue as the founder of Al Hazred poured every single ounce of magic into what was perhaps the most powerful spell he had ever cast.

And as he finished his spell, the light shot up from the hole he had just made, and reached the phylatectary...

Down at the bottom, the captain slumped down as the light began draining him of life, he could feel himself age rapidly as if the very time he was supposed to live was being sucked out of him in order to power the logia and it's sealing attempt.

Outside, the few surviving mages watched in awe-mixed fear as the tower first lit up with white, then blue, then there was a most undignified ”POP!” and the entire tower vanished. And for a moment the entire universe seemed silent, as if wondering what just happened... Then it hit the universe, like a kick to the nuts, a dimensional tear 200 yards high and 50 wide that sent wave after wave of destructive magics into the world of Zhed. Those waves ripped the planet apart and the tremors of the collision of the two great spells was felt several dimensions away.

This continued for days causing massive damage across the dimensions, then the tower suddenly decided to come back to the world, on an uninhabited planet, deep underground. And the tower was alive, but it could wait, for the sealing had been a success, even though no one was left to remember it...

And so the eons passed...

Authors notes: Newbie author reporting! Anyway, i felt that i should explain a few things i couldn't figure out how to explain in the story. First of all, Al Hazred was a civilization, but in here, it was also the capitals name. It prospered wonderously and for that, became known throughout the dimensions. Davram had been there, building the city as well as ruling it as a wizard, before he left on his quest for knowledge, and became a lich. He was what you'd call an old school wizard, his staff was merely an amplifier for his own magics which he manipulated through his extreme knowledge of the arcane. He modified the scythe on it after his transformation to the lich, as he saw the scythe as a proper tool for an undead such as he.

Some might wonder why the al hazredians seemed weak. Well, they weren't weak, Davram merely was immensely powerful, and his tower acted as one giant amplificator for his spells, further enhancing the already immense powers at his command.

And these were the religious fanatics of al hazred, which is why they call themselfs the Fist of Light, an armed sect of the Order of Light and that's exactly why there wasn't that many of them in the first place.

there, 4100 words. Comments?

I could've sworn that was Kel'Thuzad rattling about the Naxxramas in the middle of the Valley of Bones...

And a attacking contingent of 40 men too... Pre-BC raid vibes at the max. >.>

And not forgetting since Zhed was torn to shreds by a massive dimensional dislocation brought about by a portal, it pretty much counts as Draenor/Outland... <.<

...and the Tower returns, just like Naxx. >.<

Other than that, it's all good. It's Alhazred after all; things must've gotten pretty twisted there. Fist of Light... I see where the Cleric-Knights came from.

*goes about organizing a 40-man Zhed Tower (ZT40) raid into the Frozen Core deep within Midchilda*

Alright ladies and gents, here's a bit of what I've got for Zero so far.

Spoiler for Zero's Dossier:

*snip*

Before anyone asks, no the history is not finished.

So Zero's profile finally appears. The overall history doesn't seem too HAXX, but I'll leave that to the HAXXBusters . And Mt. Hyjal...on Mid-Childa?! We must protect the TREE!!!

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Originally Posted by SpaceBrotha

Right, here's a story from this morning... It was 5:50am, and i woke up to the urge of nature. visited the bathroom, and when i returned, inspiration was waiting with a nailed bat and wanted some dues for me not writing in the last 5 years...

Oh wow. That was a very nice read. Original and had a nice flow to it. Need MORE!!

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Originally Posted by Kha

I could've sworn that was Kel'Thuzad rattling about the Naxxramas in the middle of the Valley of Bones...

And a attacking contingent of 40 men too... Pre-BC raid vibes at the max. >.>

And not forgetting since Zhed was torn to shreds by a massive dimensional dislocation brought about by a portal, it pretty much counts as Draenor/Outland... <.<

...and the Tower returns, just like Naxx. >.<

Other than that, it's all good. It's Alhazred after all; things must've gotten pretty twisted there. Fist of Light... I see where the Cleric-Knights came from.

*goes about organizing a 40-man Zhed Tower (ZT40) raid into the Frozen Core deep within Midchilda*

I was thinking almost along the same lines. So...need a healer for ZT?

And I was thinking about this before and after reading that I had to do this...

Spoiler for Raiding:

Cold. That was the first thing they felt after being transported to this world. Even though it was still mid-afternoon, the blanket of dark clouds above made it seem like early evening. Strange shadows danced across the surfaces from what light did penetrate from the heavens above. A chill struck the new arrivals, partially from the cold and partially from the eerie aura of their chosen arrival point. Surveying their surrounds they found themselves to be in some kind of pocket in the mountains. A single, decrepit road led up and into the distance behind them. Down a small slope to their right was a shallow river. In front of them...stood their destination.

"This place is creepy..." mumbles the small Unison Device from atop her mistress' shoulder.

"It does have that kind of horror film feel, doesn't it?" muses her mistress.

"We had better be careful...otherwise a zombie might jump out and try and eat you!"

"Kyaaa!!" cries out Rein, burying her face in Hayate's shoulder.

"Vita-chan!" scolds Shamal, "That wasn't nice."

The Iron Knight merely grins back, tapping the shaft of Graf Eisen on her shoulder.

"Now, now you two. We have a job to do. I think I can see our contacts up ahead," interrupts the Ace of Aces.

Continuing forward, the group passes by several decrepit structures. They all appeared to have been houses in the past, but all the remained now were the stone foundation and random bits of their wooden walls. The town itself must have been rather small, only a dozen or so structures in all. Probably housing for the families of the workers of the massive structure that stood before them.

"Ah, you've arrived."

All eyes turned forward to see a man in a purple robe approaching them. They saw two others behind him, but they remained by the stairs, talking amongst themselves while glancing over at them.

"Welcome, all. I believe you received all the information I sent to you about this place?"

"Yes, and thank you. It was very useful."

"We had detected something coming from it ourselves for some time now. A few had gone inside to investigate...but they never came back. Since then everyone's been too afraid to enter."

"It is understandable. There is definitely something going on within the tower...something they are trying to hide. You said you could get us in?"

The man nodded and gestured for the group to follow him. Scans of the structure showed that it was protected by some unknown barrier. Try and they might, they couldn't get any information of that's inside or even transport . That was when they came into contact with this group. They said that the structure had been sealed by the deceased owner. In their exploration, they had found 2 entrances sealed by the 'ward' and an iron gate. Going through their records and several years later they managed to acquire a copy of the key that would unlock these gates. It was this key that he produced from his robes.

"Are you sure you wish to venture inside? We haven't heard from our people after we sent them some time ago."

"We are sure. Plus I doubt this is something we won't be able to handle."

He nodded, silently praying for their safety. The key turned and clicked. Large chains sprang to life, lifting the iron gate up and into a recess in the stone structure. A second door stood in their way, this one made of large wood panels almost as big as the first gate. But unlike the first, this was not locked.

"I wish you all good luck."

Chrono turned and nodded before leading his group past the second door, slamming it closed behind them. As if on cue, the iron gate lowers and seals with a large clang leaving the trio outside to ponder that will come of them.

Inside, the group finds themselves in a large, spacious room. Large stone slabs forms the floor beneath them. They could make out 3 exits from their room: a small door to their right, a large opening to their left which lead to what appeared to be a stable or livestock room, and another opening to their right which lead to a large, elegant staircase. For being an abandoned tower, it looked fairly well kept, with numerous torches still burning strong to light up the rooms. Straining their ears, they could make out what appeared to be music coming from up the stairs. But what stood out the most was the man standing at the base of the stairs.

Here's Zero's IS. This is probably hacked out the arse, but I couldn't think of any other way to get Zero his elemental attacks like Raijingeki.

IS: Rainbow Spectrum
This IS is a product of Rock’s linker core rather than Zero’s body. It allows Zero to draw upon any existing element during spellcasting as if he possessed an affinity for that element. This extreme versatility, however, is balanced by an equally extreme lack of skill with any of the elements at his command. Attempts to project elemental magic beyond a radius of approximately 10 feet result in the attack falling apart, and Zero’s command of the elements within that space is limited to a single element at a time. Regardless, Zero has made use of this power to create a variety of unique melee and short-range magic attacks, most of which are utilized with his beam sabers.

... I don't know what possessed me to finally write this, but DAMN do I feel good doing so, even though it may not be my best work.

And now, without further ado...

"Super Hero Time!

Starts Now!"

Spoiler for Prologue:

A flat, ever-present hum slowly filled her ears, accompanied by the sporadic yet constant small bumps that mildly shook the hard seat on which she rested. Or at least tried to anyway.

Slowly, her vision filled with the sight of the cramped metal compartment she was in, bathed by a soft, crimson light. It illuminated the steel walls in a dim reddish hue, and made more pronounced the shadows cast by the pipes, wires and frames that made up the interior of this vehicle. In this monochrome space of muted light and shadow, one could almost see human shapes blended into the subtle interplay, revealed only by the disruptive outlines of their own dark edges.

Smooth ride.

Only with this thought did the haze lift from her eyes, and she found herself in a less surreal world: inside a Nareevan Army transport aircraft. And only then did she notice the dark face in front of her, staring with those piercing eyes of contempt straight back at her, and the deep, gruff voice that accompanied their intention.

“Well Princess, you awake yet? Or do I need to administer Mouth to Mouth?”

Oh yes, she wasn’t planning on dozing off again after hearing that.

“How kind of you Sergeant Griggs, maybe I can repay you with my knee-slammed-on-your-balls right after?” She replied smiling with no trace of malice, her words to the contrary.

“And - I’m - GLAD - to - hear – that, Prin - cess!”

Part irate, part proud yet part indifferent the Sergeant’s deliberately broken inflection sent the entire complement of one freshly awakened woman and her two other female companions sitting straight up, a sign that whatever he had to say, they had to listen. And listen they would do as they watched him stand rock solid in the middle of the aircraft’s corridor with his arms behind his back, in blatant disregard of whatever shakes, vibrations and bumps the aircraft violently threw at him.

“In FIVE minutes we’ll be arriving at the insertion point by the Muraean border, which means I’ll finally be rid of you lot!” he began as he paced across them.

“However, the reason I’m so freaking HAPPY right now is because you sorry lot will finally do me and my roughnecks some very GOOD with your end of the bargain, and in return I’ll drill you three broads into what happens next.”

“You’re to be kicked out MY airplane and left to rot in the desert with whatever it is you’re supposed to be banging with. You have One – Hundred – and – Sixty – Eight – Hours to do your pitiful thing and get back to LZ. We ain’t running charity here, so if we don’t see your booties by then we’re hanging you out to dry and make some new stinkin Muraean “FRIENDS”! Are we UNDERSTOOD on that matter?!?!”

“Tousen Da!!” She countered with a cocky toothy grin, fuelled by the burning confidence in her wide open eyes as she thumped her thumb into her chest. “Who do you think we are?!”

And the challenge was met with Grigg’s own nutty grin. “I don’t care who you’re supposed to be, but all I know is-“

The loud, monstrous groaning of the descending ramp dwarfed the loud, blaring klaxons that signaled its opening, revealing the infinite darkness beyond, where the earth and the sky blend into an indistinguishable mass of black.

“-you’re getting out of here!”

With much pride she stood up and grabbed unto the overhead railing, staring at the darkness with the burning flame of resolve in their eyes, the tenacity to cut through that darkness no matter the cost.

And she turned to her two friends behind her - Mayura, stretching her arms out in front of her, and Julie, desperately hanging on to the rails – both watching that night sky with the same eyes as her, the eyes of the Burning Adventurer’s heart.

Only one thing left to ask.

“Mayura, Julie, ready?”

Both girls looked at each other, and smiled in unison.

“Always read-”

“HOLD IT LADIES!!!”

If there was anything Asagi Colwell hated the most, it was interruption, with Griggs doing just that, and he wasn’t finished.

“NO POWER RANGER SH** ON MY WATCH!!! This is a BLACK Op for a reason, and it ain’t cause of my skin!”

“Obviously…” Julie interjected. “You’re white.”

“DAMN RIGHT I AM!”

With the Sergeant’s last words, Asagi looked to the sighing Julie on her left, then to the nervously laughing Mayura on her right, showing them the disdain on her face…

“You heard him girls. No Power Rangers…”

… that slowly smiled…

“But we’re not Power Rangers…”

… then grinned…

“We are…”

… and finally beamed with glee, as they jumped out with the booming unison of three passionate voices!

MADOUKISHI SENTAI!!!

BELKARANGER!!!!

-----

… leaving one most pissed off Sergeant Griggs in their wake.

“… idiots…”

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On Sickness: "Like someone filled my journal with junk data and then set it to defragment and gave me the lowest priority possible."

Abilities:
-Cast Off: By saying the command "Cast Off" and pressing the tail of SaSword to the locked position the external armor on the chest, arms, and head separate partially from the main Barrier Jacket into multiple components. Once the armor is in this intermediate form, the Device will announce "Cast Off," jettisoning the armor components away. Due to the speed at which the armor is expelled, the components can cause injury or damage objects. Following the expulsion of the armor, the Device announces "Change Scorpion."

-Put On: While in Rider Form, the wearer can use this feature to regenerate all or some of the external armor.

-Clock Up: The key feature of Project ZECT and the Zector. Activated by sliding the user's fingers over the Tracer Switches on the belt while in Rider Form, Clock Up hyper-accelerates the user to faster than the human eye can see. While they appear to vanish, the user sees everything as having slowed down. Tests have shown that physical projectiles like bullets appear to move around an inch every 3-4 seconds to the person under the effect of Clock Up. However, the extreme draw on the user's Linker Core as well as physical strain on the body while using this can be hazardous. It can only be used for a few seconds in real time, although the use of cartridges can be used to prolong the effect.

Spells:
-Rider Slash: The signature move of SaSword. By enhancing the blade with magic, it allows for the easy penetration of barriers and Barrier Jackets or physical objects. One cartridge is used to perform this spell by pulling SaSword's tail to the open and then locked position. The blade also gains a deep purple aura. Due to the quick slashing movements when performing this spell, it gives the illusion that the blade is dripping with a purple venom. A variation of this technique launches two crescent 'blades' with the same penetrating ability.

-Rider Kick: One cartridge is used to perform this spell by pulling SaSword's tail to the open and then locked position. The surge of magic is redirected to enhance the user's lower leg. This is then used in a, usually, flying kick to the target.

Looks like I'm going back to the craziness that is the OC thread. Anyway, didn't want to come empty-handed, so here's a little something....

Spoiler for SearcherS 12:

*snip*

No color on dialogue, but I think I did okay....

Anyway, I have to go now, do my homework, later.

Well, certainly been long since you last posted here, aka tagal ah

Anyways, nice and EXTREMELY LONG comeback chapter there, and quite PACKED Nice way of integrating Satoshi's profile at the end there... though for a moment I thought back to that 4chan meme...

"And then, Satoshi was a Nil"

*RUNS FASTER*

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Originally Posted by USB500

I had told Lowe this morning that I'd help him with Maxim's profile, and here's what I have so far. Should there be anything, I'll update this profile.

Anyway, Real Men... are Mysterious Gourmet.

Note that some of the information above may contradict what Lowe has for him. And I just realized that I forgot to edit that old Maxim picture. >__<

OOOOOOH

You even included Trombe's three modes

Have no qualms with most of your history for Maxim, save for one part though: Maxim wouldn't have had much time to make Kay his apprentice, especially since they only met weeks before his untimely demise ( Amen)

Otherwise... TROMBE OVERRIDE

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Originally Posted by Kyral

*beeep*

GERMAN USAGE IN THREAD DETECTED!

COMMENCING TRANSLATION OPERATION IN:

3...

2...

1...

Spoiler:

Trombe! Eins

Trombe! Drei

Schulterplatte (Shoulder Plate)

Lanzen Kanone (Lance Cannon)

Lanzen Kanone W

TERMINATING OPERATION...
PAGE CLAIMED IN THE NAME OF BELKA!

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Originally Posted by SpaceBrotha

Right, here's a story from this morning... It was 5:50am, and i woke up to the urge of nature. visited the bathroom, and when i returned, inspiration was waiting with a nailed bat and wanted some dues for me not writing in the last 5 years...

Now this is a most unique style for the story... something like a blended mixture of myth and story, though for some reason I find the whole situation between the Lich and the humans extremely funny

And of course what's up with The Wall and The Tower's strange relationship?

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Originally Posted by Evangelion Xgouki

:And I was thinking about this before and after reading that I had to do this...

Spoiler for Raiding:

*snip*

What exactly is happening here?

Though from the looks of it, sounds like WoW

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Originally Posted by Evangelion Xgouki

Evangeline "Tsurugi" KamishiroSpells and Abilities

Spoiler for Spells & Abilities:

Abilities:
-Cast Off: By saying the command "Cast Off" and pressing the tail of SaSword to the locked position the external armor on the chest, arms, and head separate partially from the main Barrier Jacket into multiple components. Once the armor is in this intermediate form, the Device will announce "Cast Off," jettisoning the armor components away. Due to the speed at which the armor is expelled, the components can cause injury or damage objects. Following the expulsion of the armor, the Device announces "Change Scorpion."

-Put On: While in Rider Form, the wearer can use this feature to regenerate all or some of the external armor.

-Clock Up: The key feature of Project ZECT and the Zector. Activated by sliding the user's fingers over the Tracer Switches on the belt while in Rider Form, Clock Up hyper-accelerates the user to faster than the human eye can see. While they appear to vanish, the user sees everything as having slowed down. Tests have shown that physical projectiles like bullets appear to move around an inch every 3-4 seconds to the person under the effect of Clock Up. However, the extreme draw on the user's Linker Core as well as physical strain on the body while using this can be hazardous. It can only be used for a few seconds in real time, although the use of cartridges can be used to prolong the effect.

Spells:
-Rider Slash: The signature move of SaSword. By enhancing the blade with magic, it allows for the easy penetration of barriers and Barrier Jackets or physical objects. One cartridge is used to perform this spell by pulling SaSword's tail to the open and then locked position. The blade also gains a deep purple aura. Due to the quick slashing movements when performing this spell, it gives the illusion that the blade is dripping with a purple venom. A variation of this technique launches two crescent 'blades' with the same penetrating ability.

-Rider Kick: One cartridge is used to perform this spell by pulling SaSword's tail to the open and then locked position. The surge of magic is redirected to enhance the user's lower leg. This is then used in a, usually, flying kick to the target.

Only Five spells huh? Yes it seems more than sufficient for her needs for some reason...

Well, she could probably knock out most enemies with HYPER CAST OFF if she wanted to

*RUNS FASTER THAN LUDICROUS SPEED*

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On Sickness: "Like someone filled my journal with junk data and then set it to defragment and gave me the lowest priority possible."

Is that on the OC boards in general, or just in this particular fanon you're working with? Because I find it difficult to believe that snubfighters haven't been mentioned or considered in terms of opposition to bureau warships, which have only displayed anti-capital ship weapons; a few X-wings would tear them to pieces.

Snubfighters are in the works; Alpha mentions an SR-103C magical space fighter, and the Hand of Durandal, Chrono's new flagship, is the TSAB's first experiment into a pure space carrier (..ostensibly intended for disaster relief, since it has a lot of Pelicans) and Administered World 82 has space fighters (in addition to an entire fleet of Daedalus-class battlecruisers. Yes, THAT Daedalus. We've got O'Neill running Spec Ops & Private Contractor Command).

Mecha is out though. Just Does Not Compute, and Real Robots bring in too much problems. Let's not talk about Super Robots either. XD Without exceptions, they're haxxed. (Though I have to admit SRX is haxxed in a good way and it's not like you can use it to curbstomp the whole game. Now, the Alt, on the other hand...)

And Lowe: WHITE Griggs? Priceless. XD

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~Speaking my mind, even when it costs me~One must forgive one's enemies, but not before they are hanged.Heinrich Heine.

So Zero's profile finally appears. The overall history doesn't seem too HAXX, but I'll leave that to the HAXXBusters . And Mt. Hyjal...on Mid-Childa?! We must protect the TREE!!!

We've got the Plaguelands, then SpaceBrotha's Frozen Core and ZT40, then your Karazhan...

...logical progression much?

*begins opening Dark Portal to let the Orcs in from what's left of Alhazred*

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Originally Posted by Evangelion Xgouki

I was thinking almost along the same lines. So...need a healer for ZT?

And I was thinking about this before and after reading that I had to do this...

Spoiler for Raiding:

Cold. That was the first thing they felt after being transported to this world. Even though it was still mid-afternoon, the blanket of dark clouds above made it seem like early evening. Strange shadows danced across the surfaces from what light did penetrate from the heavens above. A chill struck the new arrivals, partially from the cold and partially from the eerie aura of their chosen arrival point. Surveying their surrounds they found themselves to be in some kind of pocket in the mountains. A single, decrepit road led up and into the distance behind them. Down a small slope to their right was a shallow river. In front of them...stood their destination.

"This place is creepy..." mumbles the small Unison Device from atop her mistress' shoulder.

"It does have that kind of horror film feel, doesn't it?" muses her mistress.

"We had better be careful...otherwise a zombie might jump out and try and eat you!"

"Kyaaa!!" cries out Rein, burying her face in Hayate's shoulder.

"Vita-chan!" scolds Shamal, "That wasn't nice."

The Iron Knight merely grins back, tapping the shaft of Graf Eisen on her shoulder.

"Now, now you two. We have a job to do. I think I can see our contacts up ahead," interrupts the Ace of Aces.

Continuing forward, the group passes by several decrepit structures. They all appeared to have been houses in the past, but all the remained now were the stone foundation and random bits of their wooden walls. The town itself must have been rather small, only a dozen or so structures in all. Probably housing for the families of the workers of the massive structure that stood before them.

"Ah, you've arrived."

All eyes turned forward to see a man in a purple robe approaching them. They saw two others behind him, but they remained by the stairs, talking amongst themselves while glancing over at them.

"Welcome, all. I believe you received all the information I sent to you about this place?"

"Yes, and thank you. It was very useful."

"We had detected something coming from it ourselves for some time now. A few had gone inside to investigate...but they never came back. Since then everyone's been too afraid to enter."

"It is understandable. There is definitely something going on within the tower...something they are trying to hide. You said you could get us in?"

The man nodded and gestured for the group to follow him. Scans of the structure showed that it was protected by some unknown barrier. Try and they might, they couldn't get any information of that's inside or even transport . That was when they came into contact with this group. They said that the structure had been sealed by the deceased owner. In their exploration, they had found 2 entrances sealed by the 'ward' and an iron gate. Going through their records and several years later they managed to acquire a copy of the key that would unlock these gates. It was this key that he produced from his robes.

"Are you sure you wish to venture inside? We haven't heard from our people after we sent them some time ago."

"We are sure. Plus I doubt this is something we won't be able to handle."

He nodded, silently praying for their safety. The key turned and clicked. Large chains sprang to life, lifting the iron gate up and into a recess in the stone structure. A second door stood in their way, this one made of large wood panels almost as big as the first gate. But unlike the first, this was not locked.

"I wish you all good luck."

Chrono turned and nodded before leading his group past the second door, slamming it closed behind them. As if on cue, the iron gate lowers and seals with a large clang leaving the trio outside to ponder that will come of them.

Inside, the group finds themselves in a large, spacious room. Large stone slabs forms the floor beneath them. They could make out 3 exits from their room: a small door to their right, a large opening to their left which lead to what appeared to be a stable or livestock room, and another opening to their right which lead to a large, elegant staircase. For being an abandoned tower, it looked fairly well kept, with numerous torches still burning strong to light up the rooms. Straining their ears, they could make out what appeared to be music coming from up the stairs. But what stood out the most was the man standing at the base of the stairs.

"Ah, guests! Welcome. Welcome to Karazhan."

Yes, we're definitely gonna need raid heals, for both ZT40 and Kara.

I believe they are here to farm badges.

Though I'm surprised Rein counted as 1 person, instead of a half-person, or attached to Hayate in her doll slot.

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... I don't know what possessed me to finally write this, but DAMN do I feel good doing so, even though it may not be my best work.

And now, without further ado...

"Super Hero Time!

Starts Now!"

Spoiler for Prologue:

A flat, ever-present hum slowly filled her ears, accompanied by the sporadic yet constant small bumps that mildly shook the hard seat on which she rested. Or at least tried to anyway.

Slowly, her vision filled with the sight of the cramped metal compartment she was in, bathed by a soft, crimson light. It illuminated the steel walls in a dim reddish hue, and made more pronounced the shadows cast by the pipes, wires and frames that made up the interior of this vehicle. In this monochrome space of muted light and shadow, one could almost see human shapes blended into the subtle interplay, revealed only by the disruptive outlines of their own dark edges.

Smooth ride.

Only with this thought did the haze lift from her eyes, and she found herself in a less surreal world: inside a Nareevan Army transport aircraft. And only then did she notice the dark face in front of her, staring with those piercing eyes of contempt straight back at her, and the deep, gruff voice that accompanied their intention.

“Well Princess, you awake yet? Or do I need to administer Mouth to Mouth?”

Oh yes, she wasn’t planning on dozing off again after hearing that.

“How kind of you Sergeant Griggs, maybe I can repay you with my knee-slammed-on-your-balls right after?” She replied smiling with no trace of malice, her words to the contrary.

“And - I’m - GLAD - to - hear – that, Prin - cess!”

Part irate, part proud yet part indifferent the Sergeant’s deliberately broken inflection sent the entire complement of one freshly awakened woman and her two other female companions sitting straight up, a sign that whatever he had to say, they had to listen. And listen they would do as they watched him stand rock solid in the middle of the aircraft’s corridor with his arms behind his back, in blatant disregard of whatever shakes, vibrations and bumps the aircraft violently threw at him.

“In FIVE minutes we’ll be arriving at the insertion point by the Muraean border, which means I’ll finally be rid of you lot!” he began as he paced across them.

“However, the reason I’m so freaking HAPPY right now is because you sorry lot will finally do me and my roughnecks some very GOOD with your end of the bargain, and in return I’ll drill you three broads into what happens next.”

“You’re to be kicked out MY airplane and left to rot in the desert with whatever it is you’re supposed to be banging with. You have One – Hundred – and – Sixty – Eight – Hours to do your pitiful thing and get back to LZ. We ain’t running charity here, so if we don’t see your booties by then we’re hanging you out to dry and make some new stinkin Muraean “FRIENDS”! Are we UNDERSTOOD on that matter?!?!”

“Tousen Da!!” She countered with a cocky toothy grin, fuelled by the burning confidence in her wide open eyes as she thumped her thumb into her chest. “Who do you think we are?!”

And the challenge was met with Grigg’s own nutty grin. “I don’t care who you’re supposed to be, but all I know is-“

The loud, monstrous groaning of the descending ramp dwarfed the loud, blaring klaxons that signaled its opening, revealing the infinite darkness beyond, where the earth and the sky blend into an indistinguishable mass of black.

“-you’re getting out of here!”

With much pride she stood up and grabbed unto the overhead railing, staring at the darkness with the burning flame of resolve in their eyes, the tenacity to cut through that darkness no matter the cost.

And she turned to her two friends behind her - Mayura, stretching her arms out in front of her, and Julie, desperately hanging on to the rails – both watching that night sky with the same eyes as her, the eyes of the Burning Adventurer’s heart.

Only one thing left to ask.

“Mayura, Julie, ready?”

Both girls looked at each other, and smiled in unison.

“Always read-”

“HOLD IT LADIES!!!”

If there was anything Asagi Colwell hated the most, it was interruption, with Griggs doing just that, and he wasn’t finished.

“NO POWER RANGER SH** ON MY WATCH!!! This is a BLACK Op for a reason, and it ain’t cause of my skin!”

“Obviously…” Julie interjected. “You’re white.”

“DAMN RIGHT I AM!”

With the Sergeant’s last words, Asagi looked to the sighing Julie on her left, then to the nervously laughing Mayura on her right, showing them the disdain on her face…

“You heard him girls. No Power Rangers…”

… that slowly smiled…

“But we’re not Power Rangers…”

… then grinned…

“We are…”

… and finally beamed with glee, as they jumped out with the booming unison of three passionate voices!

MADOUKISHI SENTAI!!!

BELKARANGER!!!!

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… leaving one most pissed off Sergeant Griggs in their wake.

“… idiots…”

XD

It certainly is funny. Now to see what's going on.

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Now this is a most unique style for the story... something like a blended mixture of myth and story, though for some reason I find the whole situation between the Lich and the humans extremely funny

And of course what's up with The Wall and The Tower's strange relationship?

It's a literary device adding personificative qualities to the description of the Tower and the Wall. I see that in thick fantasy novels sometimes, and even then, the exact meaning gets lost on me too.

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What exactly is happening here?

Though from the looks of it, sounds like WoW

Welcome to 10-man Karazhan, the Ivory Tower, which after Eva pointed out, is a far more accurate comparison of the Lich's tower than the pre-BC 40-man raid.

Is that on the OC boards in general, or just in this particular fanon you're working with? Because I find it difficult to believe that snubfighters haven't been mentioned or considered in terms of opposition to bureau warships, which have only displayed anti-capital ship weapons; a few X-wings would tear them to pieces.

*points to Goose's post*

that's why for the moment was attached.

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Snubfighters are in the works; Alpha mentions an SR-103C magical space fighter, and the Hand of Durandal, Chrono's new flagship, is the TSAB's first experiment into a pure space carrier (..ostensibly intended for disaster relief, since it has a lot of Pelicans) and Administered World 82 has space fighters (in addition to an entire fleet of Daedalus-class battlecruisers. Yes, THAT Daedalus. We've got O'Neill running Spec Ops & Private Contractor Command).

The Silvana had Modified Guild Fighter Stars (based from Last Exile) included in her original outfit, destroyed by the end of AlternateS I.

had no fighters during her very short first refit period- which was basically a temporary repair period

had Modified Dreads (based from Vandread) for fighters for her second refit, which were removed for the Third Refit post StrikerS.

Her Third refit is still under wraps but it does include OX transports

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Mecha is out though. Just Does Not Compute, and Real Robots bring in too much problems.

Let me put it this way: TK believes there is not place for them here outside of his private crackverse (yes, even the Mighty Haxbuster in his anti-Hax battlemech of doom wants to write crack). I agree.

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~Speaking my mind, even when it costs me~One must forgive one's enemies, but not before they are hanged.Heinrich Heine.

Let me put it this way: TK believes there is not place for them here outside of his private crackverse (yes, even the Mighty Haxbuster in his anti-Hax battlemech of doom wants to write crack). I agree.

Have no qualms with most of your history for Maxim, save for one part though: Maxim wouldn't have had much time to make Kay his apprentice, especially since they only met weeks before his untimely demise ( Amen)

Otherwise... TROMBE OVERRIDE

Ah, so they met before Maxim rested in peace? I was hoping that he could teach her at least on the way of the gourmet ( amen )

Anyway, Real Men Always Come Late and Override Everything

Next stop: Sanshiro Kitamura, a.k.a-.

Spoiler:

THE EAST IS BURNING RED!!!!!!!!!

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Evangeline "Tsurugi" KamishiroSpells and Abilities

Spoiler for Spells & Abilities:

Abilities:
-Cast Off: By saying the command "Cast Off" and pressing the tail of SaSword to the locked position the external armor on the chest, arms, and head separate partially from the main Barrier Jacket into multiple components. Once the armor is in this intermediate form, the Device will announce "Cast Off," jettisoning the armor components away. Due to the speed at which the armor is expelled, the components can cause injury or damage objects. Following the expulsion of the armor, the Device announces "Change Scorpion."

-Put On: While in Rider Form, the wearer can use this feature to regenerate all or some of the external armor.

-Clock Up: The key feature of Project ZECT and the Zector. Activated by sliding the user's fingers over the Tracer Switches on the belt while in Rider Form, Clock Up hyper-accelerates the user to faster than the human eye can see. While they appear to vanish, the user sees everything as having slowed down. Tests have shown that physical projectiles like bullets appear to move around an inch every 3-4 seconds to the person under the effect of Clock Up. However, the extreme draw on the user's Linker Core as well as physical strain on the body while using this can be hazardous. It can only be used for a few seconds in real time, although the use of cartridges can be used to prolong the effect.

Spells:
-Rider Slash: The signature move of SaSword. By enhancing the blade with magic, it allows for the easy penetration of barriers and Barrier Jackets or physical objects. One cartridge is used to perform this spell by pulling SaSword's tail to the open and then locked position. The blade also gains a deep purple aura. Due to the quick slashing movements when performing this spell, it gives the illusion that the blade is dripping with a purple venom. A variation of this technique launches two crescent 'blades' with the same penetrating ability.

-Rider Kick: One cartridge is used to perform this spell by pulling SaSword's tail to the open and then locked position. The surge of magic is redirected to enhance the user's lower leg. This is then used in a, usually, flying kick to the target.

Rider Kick is a must for any and all Kamen Rider-esque OC, and I see that Eva-chan is no exception.

And does this mean we get to see Eva-chan purging her Barrier Jacket a lot?